2 year ago when I was live in Dhaka I had a room mate. Her name was anusaka. She was 25 year old. We have a big room with a simple partition of cloth. She was working in a NGO. When we lived together in Dhaka it was not a good memory for me. She always talks with her boyfriends. Not only that they come to our room all-time.
If I say anything she began to crying. When paper hawker, servant want to salaries she don’t talk anything. As a result this bill was paid by me.
So it was a painful experience in my life.
